I finally took a pair of scissors to my hair. It isn’t terrible and it feels so much cleaner without all those dead frizzy ends that would get tangled so easily. Tangles again!
In the 9 months since the pandemic began our granddaughter has gone from being a baby to being this small person with her own interests, opinions, ideas and QUESTIONS. So many questions. “What is Dat?” She loves music and was moved when we showed her children singing opera. She has jokes that she thinks are funny such as taking these wooden circular game pieces and putting them over her eyes. She likes to collect rocks, has a nest of imaginary baby blue jays that she sometimes has to tend to. She is a joy and she is also EXHAUSTING especially on a cold rainy day stuck inside. While she paints I paint using her new Crayola watercolors I had ordered. She sees me painting and as is common with young children sees the flowers and suddenly has to have MY brush. Because obviously the brush is why I am able to make the image I am making. She asks for what ever brush I am using multiple times. I keep working and ta-da….I end up with a not-terrible little watercolor. Definitely not archival, but sweet just the same.
